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How to make me sad. Stupid SEP. It's all your fault. On another note, I can't believe I slept until 12.30 this afternoon. That's half an hour away from complete decadence. This sleeping past 10 a.m. thing really has to stop, I swear. Also, if anyone ever reads this article, I'd just like to say that the correction at the end was all thanks to me. The original article reported that Roger defeated Stepanek in four sets when in fact he did it in three. I couldn't let anyone think that Roger didn't do it in straight sets, so I emailed the writer and politely pointed out her mistake to her. To her credit, she actually answered my email! She wrote, "Yikes. Thanks for taking the time to write. Would you believe I looked up the results of the Stepanek match and still wrote what I did? I regret the unforced error! And I appreciate your pointing it out to me." I couldn't help but chuckle at the 'unforced error' bit. Heh. Edited to add: I LOVE Paul Anka's Times of Your Life. I was going to embed it, even though posting YouTube videos and large pictures screw up my layout, but the person that posted it disabled embedding. Dammit. But oh, it's a beautiful, beautiful song. I get chills whenever I hear the first two lines. This makes me want to go watch Paul Anka in concert (omg, I actually typed 'court' WTFFFF) in Singapore...but I know only one song so it doesn't really make sense does it? But I love it so much. And I just looked up the lyrics and they're so touching! Good morning, yesterday
The laughter and the tears
Reach back for the joy and the sorrow
Here comes the saddest part (comes the saddest part)
Gather moments while you may
Do you remember, baby Soooo nice.
before sunrise // before sunset
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